One thought crossed my mind out of blue,
What if someday my imagination came true?
The beautiful world I've created in my mind,
The old school love, beautiful and kind.
Not the emojis of love but the love letters written by heart,
Connecting the hearts who live apart.
The handmade gifts, thoughtful and sweet,
Given to eachother when they meet.
......
We humans have the power to sustain anything.
Whether it is an expensive watch or a diamond ring.
But, when it comes to communication lack,
We so keen, try every possible hack.
Internet has made us its slave,
Life without it seems in a lonely cave.
People always wanting to chat,
Don't even know the life under a villager's hat.
......
They say life , a pleasant gift,
Ask yourself what it brings to you,
A lots of pain , and a lots of burns,
A pinch of joy in between your life shifts
You make love with the one you choose,
Ask yourself what they bring to you,
A few marks on your body, & a bit of joy,
Is it the only thing you don't want to loose ?
......
Ik sluit mijn ogen
en de muren verdwijnen.
De kamer wordt een bos,
de stilte een rivier.
Alles wat vast lijkt,
begint te bewegen.
In verbeelding
kan een steen zingen,
kan de lucht smaken naar honing,
......
Quill on a ragged paper what's your will,
Past ones waging wars and famines raging to kill,
In time's ensemble all actors paid on an interim, yet I think,
Immortal seem the words of a quill soaked in ink...
.
Quill on a ragged paper who's your kin,
Thirst for wisdom or shattering mind's margin,
Sorrows bought to light or corrupting brains as a blight,
All done by the stroke of a lone quill...
.
......
Let me tuck a flower—
A pretty accessory, to your hair.
As a best friend, as a lover,
Let me spoil you with my care.
Let's have late-night walks,
And visit the park nearby.
Let me make you laugh,
And hug you tightly when you cry.
......
Ik sluit mijn ogen
en de muren verdwijnen.
De kamer wordt een bos,
de stilte een rivier.
Alles wat vast lijkt,
begint te bewegen.
In verbeelding
kan een steen zingen,
kan de lucht smaken naar honing,
......
One thought crossed my mind out of blue,
What if someday my imagination came true?
The beautiful world I've created in my mind,
The old school love, beautiful and kind.
Not the emojis of love but the love letters written by heart,
Connecting the hearts who live apart.
The handmade gifts, thoughtful and sweet,
Given to eachother when they meet.
......
Quill on a ragged paper what's your will,
Past ones waging wars and famines raging to kill,
In time's ensemble all actors paid on an interim, yet I think,
Immortal seem the words of a quill soaked in ink...
.
Quill on a ragged paper who's your kin,
Thirst for wisdom or shattering mind's margin,
Sorrows bought to light or corrupting brains as a blight,
All done by the stroke of a lone quill...
.
......
Flashing with hues of footprints in a rainy forest,
That storms in the white space of my mind!
Not again, I ask myself, what’s a memory?
A river that flows upon the pebbles of the past?
Or a Garden that nourishes my lifeless static?
Yet, in its fleeting dance, every legacy is crafted.
Neither the buzzing bug that flew to hurt me today,
Nor the marching mantis I tried to dodge yesterday,
These flashes are of the taste I had in drops of polio!
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